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As soon as they’ve turned the corner, Jane and Darcy whisper something between themselves and break out in peals of laughter, and something about the way they both glance at him makes him blush right to his toes.
Thor gives him a solid clap on the shoulder as they pause, waiting for the elevator, and says, “It is good. This is like home,” he says, sounding ever so slightly wistful, “brothers in arms and fine women, sharing a bed, delighting freely in one another.” They step inside the elevator, and Thor leans down, whispering, “You must do for my Jane as she wishes. It would not please me, were you to feel timid about her pleasure.”
Jane gives Thor a bit of a look, then glances at Darcy, and very slowly, they both break out in the most delighted, knowing smiles. Steve knows they’ve just communicated something rather significant, and — not for the first time — he wonders if all women aren’t just slightly telepathic. It unnerves him ever so slightly, like every woman he’s ever met somehow knows some universal secret he’s never been privy to. He concentrates on putting one foot in front of the other, and tries not to think too deeply about it.
Thor pushes the doors to his room open, muscles flexing beneath his teeshirt, and Darcy makes a very soft sound of appreciation. The room is dark, chilly. Thor gestures across the room towards the fireplace, and a roaring fire bursts into glow, along with a handful of low lights.
Steve is stunned. “I didn’t know all Asgardians could do magic?”
Thor laughs, and FRIDAY chimes in, “I’m the best magician’s assistant in the biz, Captain.”
Darcy bursts out laughing, but he cuts her a bit of a look; she had clearly been just as impressed.
Thor kicks off his boots as he walks across the room, strips off his teeshirt, dropping it on the floor, and unbuttons his jeans, stepping out of them as he crawls into his gigantic bed four-poster bed. He settles in atop the furs, naked as can be, but then as Steve has just reached to unbutton his shirt, Thor suddenly looks horrified, and practically leaps back to his feet. Steve freezes, but Thor just walks swiftly past him, shaking his head. He pauses by the sideboard, resting his hand beside a pitcher, and says, “Forgive me friends, in my enthusiasm I entirely forgot to be hospitable.” He sounds truly chagrined.
Jane strokes his shoulder and leans against him, pressing her body against his. She’s unbuttoned her blouse, and Thor visibly relaxes to feel her skin against his. “I’ve told you time and time again, that sort of thing isn’t necessary…” she nuzzles at his shoulder, standing tiptoe to reach the nape of his neck, “especially not in this sort of situation.”
“It is even more important, under the circumstances,” Thor says, and he still sounds distressed, but Jane just slides her hand along his arm, whispering, “Well, isn’t it my place, to pour wine for your guests? You hardly gave them a chance to settle. Look,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at them, “they haven’t even taken their shoes off, yet.”
Thor sighs and rests his hand on hers, “Thank you, Jane.”
Steve glances at Darcy, wondering whether Jane is really starting to buy into all of this Asgardian social hierarchy, or if she’s just humoring Thor, because he really didn’t figure her for the sort of woman to do either, but Darcy just shrugs, and sits down in one of the chairs by the fire to unlace her boots.
Jane takes the pitcher from Thor and pours a cup of wine, gently guiding him back towards the bed, settling him once again in the cradle of furs before she hands it to him. “There,” she says. He takes a sip and smiles at her, with the grateful look of a man who’s just been saved from certain doom.
Darcy wanders over and confers with Jane about the wine, and after a moment’s debate, Jane pours two cups a quarter full, topping up the rest with water. Jane pours Steve’s cup last, and sets it on the bedside table for him, as he’s currently shucking off his jeans. She takes a sip of her wine, and just watches him. He tries not to blush, and slips out of his boxers. His cock is hard, whatever Thor had produced from his flask has left him with a wonderful, glowing warmth, and between that and the fire, it feels absolutely wonderful to be naked. Thor makes a soft sound, and when Steve turns to look at him, he gestures, inviting him to settle next to him.
Jane slips her blouse off, stepping out of her heels and shimmying out of her skirt. She and Darcy both are dressed rather nicely, a sort of classy business look, and Steve assumes they must’ve had something important happening today. They both have that air of someone who’s just finished a large project, like they’re finally standing up straight again and taking a deep breath after months bent over their work.
Darcy has stripped down to her bra and panties, and Jane takes a rather large swallow of her wine before pulling her aside. They confer, Darcy shaking her head, Steve can distinctly make out her whisper of, “It’s alright if you’d rather I didn’t, I mean… we didn’t plan this.” Jane takes a deep breath and squares up her shoulders with a smile before she whispers something soft to Darcy. Darcy looks down and quietly purrs, “Aww,” before reaching strokes her friend’s hair. She looks like she’s considering something, and then she kisses Jane’s cheek, brushing the stray hair from Jane’s face, and Jane hesitantly turns to give Darcy a tentative kiss, reaching out slowly to rest her hand on her shoulder.
Thor has taken notice, and shifts so that he can not only get a slightly better view, but rub his swollen cock up against Steve’s thigh. Steve shivers with anticipation, and watching the way Darcy coaxes Jane into a proper kiss, encouraging and rewarding her with soft sighs and caresses, giving her opportunity to take a little more liberty with each passing moment, and soon Jane relaxes into it, letting herself be drawn into Darcy’s arms. Darcy just unhooks Jane’s bra, and slips it off her shoulders, trailing her fingers down her breastbone. She smiles at Jane and tosses her head towards the bed, “I think they might be waiting on us.” Jane smiles a little bashfully, but she lets Darcy take her hand, and crawls gamely into bed. She tries to lay down beside Thor, but he takes her by the waist and settles her between himself and Steve. Darcy curls up at Steve’s shoulder, and she cards her fingers through his hair as he lays his head in her lap.
He closes his eyes, just listening to Thor’s quiet breathing, the soft rustle of fabric as Jane shifts, his own beating heart. He feels Jane settling a little closer to him, feels her small frame against his own, and he takes a deep breath, centering himself in the moment, before he turns to her. She smiles softly. He shifts and leans down to kiss her chastely, intensely aware of Thor’s gaze, but Thor lays a hand on the back of his neck, strong and reassuring, even as Jane sighs and opens her mouth, letting herself be kissed, and he focuses on the feel of her lips, the soft cadence of her breathing, and just lets himself be drawn into it, kissing her slowly, deeply. She sighs and he pulls her close, pressing his body against hers, and feeling her startle just slightly before relaxing against him makes him a little less self-conscious about being slightly apprehensive.
Darcy hums and rests her hand in the small of his back, leaning her weight against him slightly. The pressure is soothing, and he wonders how she knew to do that, when he feels Thor shift beside him, hears her moan softly through the wet sound of a kiss, and he realizes she’s just using him as a support, a bridge to get closer to Thor. That’s his girl.
They take it slow, kisses and caresses, Thor slipping Darcy out of her bra to caress her breasts. His hair falls across Steve’s face as he bends to suckle her nipple, but Darcy arches against Steve’s leg, rocking her hips and groaning, and Steve’s willing to endure just about any amount of hair in his eyes for that feeling, the wetness spreading through her panties, soaking the cotton, making it stick against his skin as she grinds her clit against him.
Jane is starting to warm up as well, and she drapes her leg across his knee, shivering as his cock brushes up against her thigh. He pulls her closer, just rocking his hips, letting his cock drag along the inside of her thigh, bump against her crotch. She moans softly, and shifts, looking for a little more friction. He trails his hand down her hip, sliding his fingers over the soft cotton of her panties, whispering, “Is this alright?”
Jane makes an ambivalent sound, with a nervous but enthusiastic nod of the head, and arches her hips against his hand. He rubs her through her panties, feeling the slip and drag of the fabric as she gets wetter, and soon she’s moaning softly, arching against his hand and then rocking back against Thor. Thor moans softly with desire and breaks away from Darcy, reaching for the bottle of oil on his bedside table, pouring a bit into his hand and slicking his cock before curling back around Jane and pulling aside her panties. She closes her eyes, shifting her hips and finding her angle, and then reaches back to pull at Thor’s hips. He slides inside her so easily, it makes Steve’s mouth water. She shudders and leans back against his chest, head resting in the hollow of of his neck. She looks so small against him, her pert breasts beautiful in his huge hands, nipples pricking to hardness as he plays them, slick fingers slipping against sensitive skin.
He glances up at Darcy, and she gives him a look as if he’s mad, gesturing for him to join in. She doesn’t seem even slightly upset to be the odd man out, in fact, she seems almost pleased as she watches him slip down till he’s even with Jane’s crotch. She leans over and grabs her cup of wine, leaning back against the pillows and taking a deep drink, gazing into his eyes as she licks her lips. The image of her, a Venus in furs, serene and almost queenly in repose, positively knocks the breath from him.
He presses his lips against the lace edging on Jane’s panties, pulling at it with his teeth before slowly kissing his way down along her hip, towards the inside of her thigh, still gazing up at Darcy as he slips his hand beneath Jane’s leg, lifting it so she can rest it on his shoulder. He presses his lips to her thigh, and she pulls her leg back, trying to give him a bit more access, slowly dragging her leg against his face in the process. He closes his eyes, enjoying that halting slide, and catches her ankle in his hand, holding her there, dipping his head and dragging his cheek against her panties, loving the scratch of lace and the softness of wet cotton. He pulls them further aside before nuzzling at that soft thatch, darting his tongue out, licking at her clit. Her hips buck, and she tangles her fingers in his hair as she rests her foot against his ribs, wanting him to get closer. She’s so wet, and every time Thor rocks into her, she arches against his mouth with an expectant little moan. If he shifts just a bit, he can reach to lick along the shaft of Thor’s cock as he slides into her, can lick at trembling flesh; Thor’s arousal, the lingering sweetness of that oil, the heady taste of them both.
Thor moans and shudders, reaching around Jane to tangle his fingers in Steve’s hair, pulling him back up to focus on her, which he does, licking and sucking at her clit. Thor reaches down, taking hold of his hand, and drags it down to cup her pert breast, squeezing. He drags his thumb across her nipple and she makes a contented sound, so he does it again, teasing at that nipple as he works her up, and with every little gasp and shiver, Thor takes her just a little faster, a little deeper. When she comes it’s with a bitten-off shriek that turns to a howl at the back of her throat as she clutches at Steve’s wrist, gasping. Thor makes a soft sound of pleasure, and slips out of her, caressing her as she softly moans, shuddering with pleasure.
Steve pulls back when she finally loosens her grip on his wrist, and she sprawls out between them, smiling hazily at Thor before reaching up to pull Darcy close, to whisper conspiratorially. Darcy makes a wicked sound of delight, and as she leans back, Jane gazes up at Thor, saying, “I want to see his cock in your mouth.”
Thor looks slightly surprised, but then Darcy is pulling him towards the bottom of the bed, grabbing Steve’s wrist and dragging him up to his knees. Darcy kisses Thor deeply as she pulls him down onto all fours, reaching out to wrap her arm around Steve’s hips and pull him close. Thor just lets her guide him, a look of vague disbelief on his face as he parts his lips, finally closing his eyes as Steve grips his cock at the base and guides it into that waiting mouth. Thor makes a soft sound of surprise and flicks his tongue across the tip of Steve’s cock. Steve rocks his hips ever so slightly, and Thor’s breath catches in his throat to feel him slide across his tongue. Steve makes himself go stock still, but he lets himself rest a hand on Thor’s shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze as Darcy brushes Thor’s hair from his face and nuzzles at his cheek, whispering little encouragements. Even though Thor is unsure of himself, his tongue is more than skilled, his lips are soft, and his mouth is unbelievably hot.
Sooner than Steve would really like, he finds he’s breathing heavy, shuddering, and he forces himself to pull back. Darcy moves in to kiss him, pulling him close to her as she lays down, and she’s beautiful; cheeks flushed with desire, legs slightly spread, hair falling across her breasts.
She arches and stretches, and Steve trails kisses along her hip, across the curve of her belly as she draws up one knee in, settling in a tangled sprawl. He bends to nuzzle at the dark thatch between her legs, breathing her in, and she arches her hips. He slips his hand beneath her tailbone, holding her up as he mouths at her clit, darting his tongue out to tease. She shivers, and he licks at her, shifting to get closer, find a better angle, luxuriating in the taste of her. He rests his hand on her thigh, absently stroking the tendon in the hollow of her leg as he pushes his tongue inside her, and she moans softly.
He can feel Thor shift beside him, feels Darcy draw him close and hears her whisper something, he can’t quite make it out over the heavy beating of his own heart, but Thor makes a soft sound of assent and kisses her, squeezing her shoulder as he pulls away.
Darcy is writhing against his mouth, and he pushes two fingers inside her, shuddering as she clenches down around his hand. The sounds she makes, the way she moves, it’s intoxicating, and he hardly even notices the way Thor shifts and settles behind him, those strong, warm hands on his hips, until Thor lines himself up, hard and slick with oil, and with one slow thrust, seats himself to the hilt, leaving Steve shuddering and helpless. The stretch is intense, obliterating everything beyond that sensation, and he nearly collapses as Thor arches against him, pushing deep. Every time Thor moves it’s like a thrill of lightning up his spine; a roiling shock of oversensitive pleasure that makes it near impossible to catch his breath. He rests his head against Darcy’s hip, clutching at her thigh, and feels her hands in his hair, stroking him, gentle touch soothing away the rough edges that have him gasping.
Thor takes him with slow, deliberate thrusts, holding him in place, strong fingers digging into his hips, keeping him still, making him take it all even when that deep pleasure makes him feel like his knees are about to give way, even as he shivers and struggles against it. The wine is in full effect now, and he feels simultaneously leaden and light as a feather, floating on sensation, and there’s no pain, nothing beyond that clarity that makes everything so intense and so all-consuming.
Soon he’s moaning and arching back, feeling pliant and easy, and that’s when Thor wraps an arm around his chest and shifts him, settling him between Darcy’s legs, his weight against her chest even as Thor leans down against him, bracing himself on one arm.
Darcy reaches down between them, lining him up; she’s so wet, unimaginably tight, and he buries his face in her hair to stifle his moan, trying desperately to keep himself in check as Thor pushes him inside her. It would be so easy to just lose himself, and he finds he’s breathing hard, but somehow, he’s not struggling to hold himself back. Thor takes hold of his hip, pulling back slightly before pushing in deep, and Darcy arches up just at the same moment, making him shudder and gasp at the sensation.
Thor is essentially fucking Darcy with his cock; he’s the one guiding the thrusts, setting the rhythm, responding to her pleasure. They take him slowly, enjoying themselves, enjoying him, and once or twice he tries to give a little more, but Thor just wraps his arms around him, Darcy kisses him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, and it’s all he can do to let them have their way: his world is little more than skin pressed against skin, warmth and softness. He can hear himself moaning against Darcy’s lips, and he slips his arm under her hips, drags her up, shuddering as she arches against him. That’s what finally pushes her over the edge, and she shudders, moaning and clutching at Thor’s shoulder, wanting it hard and fast and deep. Thor gives it to her, fucking him hard in the process, and by the time Darcy whimpers and bites her lip, Steve is amazed that he hasn’t come a dozen times over.
Thor pulls away slowly, settling on his heels and dragging Steve onto his lap, making him spread his legs around muscular thighs, as he settles onto that thick cock, and then Thor spreads his legs, making Steve open himself up even further, arching against him and pushing impossibly deep. He loses his breath and lets his head fall back against Thor’s shoulder, closing his eyes and shivering as Thor slowly rocks his hips.
Jane crawls onto his lap then, wrapping her legs around him and Thor both, and Thor reaches up, wrapping an arm around her waist, holding her steady as she squeezes Steve’s cock and slides him into herself, settling atop him. She arches back, shuddering as she finds some perfect angle, and he reaches out, stroking her breast. Thor pulls her closer, and she leans to press her nipple against Steve’s lips. He mouths at her, suckling gently as Thor arches up beneath him, pushing him deeper inside her, and he moans helplessly, caught between them and feeling utterly, beautifully used, once again.
Thor is strong enough to lift them both with ease, to shift and find the perfect angle for them all, so that every time he arches against Steve, both he and Jane shiver with pleasure. Thor works them up to a steady rhythm, Jane has a steady grip on his shoulders, and Thor has an arm around Jane’s waist, so when Steve moans, nuzzling against Thor’s collarbone, wanting more, wanting it harder, deeper, Thor gives it to him, snapping his hips on each thrust, fucking them both so hard the bed shakes.
Steve is clutching at Jane, moaning and shuddering and thinking he has to be just about to come, when there comes a great cracking sound, and one corner of the bed collapses with a crash. Thor loses his balance and Jane tumbles backwards, landing in a heap on the furs. Steve falls forward onto his hands and knees above her, suddenly aching and empty, and more than a bit stunned.
He lays his head on his hands and glances back to see Thor looking quizzically at the bedpost, slowly breaking into a grin. Thor looks at him, looks at Jane, and then suddenly bursts out laughing, so unguardedly and with such amusement, that Steve and Jane can’t help but laugh too.
"I have not done that," Thor says, gesturing at the broken bedpost, “In ages."
Up at the head of the bed, he hears Darcy softly groan, “…fuck, I wish I had a cock.”
Steve grins, thinking of the present Tony is currently working on for her, but at the moment he’s still a little too shattered to do anything about it, and he lays down, thinking to watch for a little while, but then suddenly Darcy is kneeling next to him, watching intently as Thor strokes her hand, slicking her fingers with oil.
Steve’s cock suddenly remembers that while he may be exhausted, it most certainly isn’t, and the empty ache in his loins threatens to overwhelm him. He bites his lip in a bid to make himself be patient, but still it seems like an eternity before he feels Thor’s warm hand on his hip, holding him still as he guides her hand along the curve of his ass. They breach him with their fingers; two each, hers slender and delicate, his thick and so smooth, slick and slow and gentle, stretching him until he shudders.
That alone is enough to make him bury his face in the furs, whimpering and desperate for someone’s hand on his cock, and then Thor shifts his hand ever so slightly, just enough that Darcy’s fingertips graze against his prostate, there and then gone, a split second of perfection that leaves him shivery and yearning for more. He arches back against their hands, but Thor pulls away, leaving him clenching down around Darcy’s fingers, frustrated and denied. He hears himself whine, and Darcy obligingly slips in a third finger and then a fourth, until finally he gasps, breathing deep. Her hand is small, but after the tight stretch of Thor’s fingers, she feels marvelously satisfying.
She lays down, draping herself atop him, and it’s soothing, comforting. He feels almost protected, even if the top of her head barely reaches his shoulders. She’s warm and soft, and her hand feels marvelous; she’s alternating between fingering him and just sort of stroking him, trailing her fingertips across his prostate, rubbing her thumb down along that sensitive stretch of flesh between his legs.
He arches his back, pressing his hips up against her hand until he feels the hard ridge of her knuckles, and keeps pressing, slowly, until he feels that slick burn running all the way up his spine. He closes his eyes, and she reaches up to stroke the back of his neck with her free hand, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck, trailing her fingers through his hair. Each time she moves, he can feel the soft weight of her breasts, the pebbled graze of her hard nipples against his skin. It’s all on the verge of driving him crazy, and when she whispers, “Let me make you come…” it just about short-circuits his brain.
He groans and shifts beneath her, looking for the willpower to move, to take hold of his cock, but she just takes the opportunity to slip her hand beneath his hips, to wrap her hand around the base of his cock, reaching down to stroke and tease his balls, and when she nuzzles against his neck, whispering how much she’d love to fuck him, to feel herself inside him, squeezing at his cock with tight, long strokes, it’s all too much to endure. He cries out, spilling into her hand, the head of his cock rubbing against her palm with every shiver and twitch as she keeps fingering him, stroking him until he shudders and sighs.
She slips her fingers out and rolls off him, laying on her back and gazing at the high ceiling, looking entirely delighted.
Thor just strokes a hand down his spine, and leans close, whispering, “I hope you do not think this means we are done with you.”
Steve shivers with anticipation.